Mess with Batgirl's Head.

Gordon finished zip-tying the last of the thugs, only one of which was still conscious. She felt pretty satisfied with the result even if she was still somewhat suspicious as to the nature of the tip that had led her here. She glanced around, still weary of a trap even though she’d carefully reconned the building and determined it was empty save for her trussed up gangsters here.

She was just about to call this in for a police pick-up when she heard a sound from an adjoining room and she froze. The sound continued and she made swiftly and silently towards the door. She pressed her ear close to its surface. A voice, muffled, but male and commanding. The leader of this hapless little gang? Where had he been moments before and how had he missed the shouts of his men as Barbara had efficiently taken them apart?

Something odd was going on here. And her intuition told her that just busting through this door and confronting the bad guy was the wrong choice. She got ready to make for the cat-walk above-

No. Her intuition told her that busting through this door and confronting the bad guy was the right choice. No time for plans! She kicked the door open and burst through the doorway, running halfway into the room before what she saw brought her up short.

Catwoman was squatting down in a very revealing new costume before a tall man, her bent leg and arm draped against his leg possessively as she felated his very large member as it thrust out from his pants. She turned her head slightly to smile around his girth at Barbara, going so far as to even wink.

It took a moment for Barbara to get over her shock and her embarrassment at stumbling upon such a sordid scene. But it was not long at all for her quick mind to decide that this didn’t add up. These were not the sort of criminals that Catwoman generally associated with and the very idea of her just casually blowing some guy in front of Batgirl was wrong, no matter how much of a ‘sensual’ being Catwoman could be.

Making a split decision, she maintained her momentum and charged at the villain, intent on taking him out of commission while he was distracted by the blowjob. She was just chambering a powerful kick to the side of his head when his arm whipped up. She made to bat it aside with ease only to stop short as her eyes fell upon the large ornate key he held in his hand.

His arm finished extending and Barbara found herself lowering her leg and standing stock still before him as he held the end of the key to her lips. Alarm and dismay filled her at her body’s refusal to obey her commands and those feelings expanded as her mouth suddenly opened wide. The man slowly thrust the key into her mouth and her lips closed around it, though her teeth remained parted.

“There. I’m sorry about that, miss, but I think you’d agree you had it coming—trying to attack me like that was pretty rude, I’d say! Especially interrupting such a lovely hummer from my dear girl here. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Catwoman had a cruel smirk as she spat out his cock to say, “Oh most definitely, honey. These bats are always just ruining my play…”

Barbara couldn’t talk with her lips firmly pursed around the key in her mouth but she tried to convey her outrage with her eyes even as she tried her best to break the control he had on her body.

He started speaking again as his free hand guided Catwoman’s head back to his cock, “Now. You are probably wondering what is going on, though I must emphasize I am no villain. You attacked me. But I will enlighten you as to the plot. This wonderful key of mine has the ability to open…not doors…but people. Once I turn it, your mind will be open to me.”
Barbara redoubled her mental efforts at those frightening words. She could not disbelieve him, not when her own body was refusing to move.
“Relax. I told you I’m not the villain here. We were the ones that tipped you off to the gang here. No, I’m just going to ensure a little safety given your apparent penchant for unnecessary ****.”

Her stomach dropped as he turned the key in her mouth. There was a shift in Barbara’s mind but she hadn’t the words to quantify it. The feeling passing within seconds and the memory vanishing like a fleeting dream once one woke. He turned the key back and started to pull it from her mouth. Her lips opened instantly and Barbara raised a hand to her face instinctively.

Then she found herself doing a strange little curtsey, feeling decidedly silly doing so in her costume, her fingers pulling at her cape like it was a skirt, “Forgive me, sir. In my haste, I jumped to conclusions about what was going on here.” A feeling of dismay and confusion filled her. Had that been what she’d wanted to say?

Eyes narrowing, she started to demand only for her voice to come out small and polite, “Please, sir. What did you do to me?”

“Oh do relax. I didn’t turn you into a **** or anything crazy like that. I just added some politeness, some passivity, and honesty. Nothing too untoward I should hope!”

Passivity?! That was very alarming and Barbara found herself analyzing her own thoughts and behavior, trying to find some evidence of changes to her mind. She couldn’t detect anything but that didn’t mean much if her brain had been compromised, “Please, sir! Change me back. I promise I won’t attack you.”

He smiled thinly at her before turning his attention back to Catwoman’s loud squelching blowjob. He sighed with obvious pleasure.

Barbara resolved to wait for his attention to return to her, feeling decidedly uncomfortable just standing there as he had his cock sucked. Catwoman’s head bobbed efficiently along his length, her widely spread lips gulping down a startling amount of thick penis with every pass, her hand stroking and squeezing the part still outside her mouth while the other massaged his scrotum through his pants.

“What do you think of my cock, Batgirl?”

Barbara found herself speaking before she could stop herself, “It’s really impressive, sir.” Inwardly, she cringed at saying something so vapid even if it was entirely true. It really was an enormous penis.

“Would you like me to fuck you with it?”

Her stomach dropped and she shook her head furiously before she realized how that would look, her face flushing, “Oh! I’m sorry, sir. But ah… I’m not really used to anything so large and ah! I have a boyfriend so…” she trailed off, feeling exceedingly foolish even as she added, “But thank you for the kind offer!”

Catwoman stopped licking his glans to give her a laughing grin, “You’re missing out, Bats.”

The man remarked, “You don’t mind if I fuck her with it, do you?”

Barbara’s eyes went wide, “Oh no! Of course not! But…” her voice shrank as she continued, “Could you use that key and change me back, Sir? Please. I’d really appreciate it.”

Barbara was resolved to wait when he suddenly looked at her and lifted the key to her mouth.
This time she opened her mouth before the key’s control took over and she felt relief that he seemed to be true to his word. No, sooner had her lips closed around it then he turned the key and she felt that feeling again, like her whole mind somehow turned inside out without actually anything really changing. He turned the key back and retrieved it.

Barbara instantly noted the difference as the strangeness of her thoughts over the last few moments stood out in stark contrast to her now. What the fucking hell?! She had to get away from this madman-

She had a distinct sinking feeling in her stomach as her body refused to obey and she noted that he hadn’t retrieved the key. He was holding it out towards her and she felt a sensation of readiness all throughout her body that she couldn’t quite identify.

Then his arm drifted downward all the while he slowly stroked his outrageously sized member. Catwoman was still exposed on her hands and knees, holding her chin in one hand as she watched Barbara with an expression of intense satisfaction, bringing to mind a cat toying with a trapped rodent.

Anger lashed through Barbara but ever aware of her precarious position she tried to plead with him, “Please…. Don’t do this! I thought you weren’t a villain! This is wrong! This is- is…oh- oh!”

A wave of euphoria burst out from her loins, along with sensual pleasure as the key hovered before her mons. Barbara shuddered as the key hovered closer to the leather of her costume and when it touched, she moaned out loud in naked arousal. Her arms began moving on their own and her hands swiftly unsnapped the seals to the bottom half of her costume. Her hips shimmied as she pushed the leather down. She bent over, depositing her pants in a heap around her ankles before she stood back up. She’d never been so wet and she realized it was the magic of the key, opening up her pussy the same way it had opened up her mouth.

Then her fingers slipped into her panties and she shoved them to her ankles as well. She arched her back and parted her thighs, her pelvis sinking down and towards the offered key, opening herself up for the insertion, becoming its keyhole.

Catwoman grinned, “What a cute little red furred kitty, you have there….”

Barbara’s face flushed further, feeling humiliated to be exposed and helpless like this but also incredibly –intensely aroused as well, “Please-“ she started before crying out with pleasure as he inserted the key right into her slit.

Her vaginal muscles surged even as her passage helplessly lubricated itself, warm liquid running down her thighs in an **** expression of her arousal that she had never before experienced.

He turned the key and she climaxed hard, her hips shaking and gyrating around his hand, her hands falling to her knees for support as she lewdly moaned like an unkempt whore. It felt like her orgasm lasted forever and it was without doubt the best one she’d ever had.

“Unlocked for me.” He declared before turning the key back, “And locked for everyone else.”

Barbara sighed, breathing hard as her orgasm relented. He removed the key from her pussy, even as he drove his hips forward and plunged his cock into Catwoman. The thief let out a half-scream of passion and excitement as she rocked her body back to meet his thrusts with enthusiasm.

Barbara frowned. The situation wasn’t nearly so off-putting as it had seemed a moment before. Certainly….different but given that he had exclusive access to her sex, she shouldn’t really be surprised that he was decided to play with her pussy given that she’d interrupted him mid-coitus. And the orgasm had been __really good…. “So… were you planning on having sex with me as well? That’s fine, of course, but if not I’d really like to get back to taking care of these criminals. Thanks for that, by the way and…. You know I don’t even know your name…”

He waved his hand casually, clearly much more intent on the feeling of Catwoman’s slick passage around him than conversation, “Oh call me the Keymaster and uh… yea! I’m going to do you. Lie back on the floor there, spread those fine legs and tease that little cunt of yours, will ya?”

Barbara nodded even as she grimaced at the dirty floor, “Yea, I can do that.” As she lowered herself to the ground awkwardly with her leather pants and panties bunched up at her ankles, she had to admit that this was a very hot situation. Her pussy was lubing itself up frantically, her vaginal muscles pulsing lightly in preparation. She spread her thighs as widely as she could, opening herself up for his cock. She mentally snorted with amusement. She was always ‘open for business’ when it came to the Keymaster. Her fingers slid down her mons and through the light fuzz to graze across her clit. She moaned and arched her back at her heightened sensitivity. She was SO ready for a deep DEEP dicking from that huge cock of his.